This is for my Sanders sides witch au that I've posted about before
I finally got inspiration for Logan and Patton(so they ended up in one post, and I drew them on the bus)
Logan is a witch with low amounts of raw magic, but a shit ton of knowledge. He might not have a lot of magic, but he knows how to use it well. Because of this he employs the use of a wand, and flashcard with spells. The use of a wand isn't too common, as it kinda looked down upon and seen as to much of a hassle/training weals that you're supposed to grow out of. But he's found it works really well for him
Patton is half human half fey, he doesn't have that much magic as far as he's aware, but he's able to affect people's emotions, and maybe more? He is supposed to look kinda frog-like because I love him being a frog and you cannot take that away from me.
Also "we have the same glasses" will forever be a cannon event in all my AUs.
There might come a more cleaned up version in the future
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My discord friends said “hey… why not make him slutty 👀”
And so here we are
The story I’ve come up with is he places a curse on Roman and/or Virgil for reasons, and Patton decides to confront the witch that did this to his friends.
And Logan’s method to get away with it is just to seduce Patton. Which he does so, pretty successfully. Can’t get yelled at if the person mad at you is too flustered to speak
Except oops he ends up going from seducing Patton as just a part of his plans, to actually falling for this guy oh no
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Additional doodles below cut!
Here's an extra little doodle and the original sketch! As well as an extra lil sketch of another wish! I'm sorry for the sketch onslaught, but I just had so much fun with your prompts!!
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TW: Idk what but... Read at your own risk and let me know if I need to add.
Logan was yanked from where he curled around himself atop his bench, hitting the ground with a solid thud.
He didn’t bother trying to fight. He knew how this went. It wasn’t the first time he had been dragged from his slumber by the brutes that worked for Noname.
Two pairs of rough hands gripped him under the arms and dragged him up off the floor. He tried to stand, but weakness that had set in from hunger left his legs practically useless.
The men paid no mind as they carried him out of the cell to be tortured once more.
Despite his dread, Logan didn’t protest or whimper. No, this was expected. At least there was one good thing that came out of it: he’d get away from that bone chilling cold for just a little bit.
…………………..
By the time Logan was tossed back into his cell, like a sack of potatoes fresh off the wagon, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone.
He didn’t bother to move off the frozen stone floor or wrap his clothing more tightly around himself. Everything hurt far too much.
It must have been days. He had drifted in and out of consciousness throughout his time with Noname’s Confessor, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the pain or exhaustion. Logically, he knew that he wouldn’t die from this torture. Noname would send a healer soon enough to ensure that.
He groaned, shifting to relieve some of the weight on his dislocated shoulder, flopping onto his back and hissing from the whip lashes that still oozed.
He peered up at the moss covered ceiling, his vision beginning to blur. What he wouldn’t give for an end to all of his suffering.
The world began to fade.
He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t give Noname the information he was searching for.
Suddenly, everything went black.
…………………………………
Logan huddled around himself, a small flame dancing between his fingers.
He coughed weakly, curling closer around the little heat that the small flame produced, ignoring the sound of people milling past his small alley in the busy street.
“Ah, there you are!” a silky voice came, causing Logan to glance up at the well dressed man. “I thought I sensed magic. Though, I have to say, finding someone so young is a surprise.”
Noname bent low, offering out a hand to the young Logan, who shied away from the movement, obviously expecting to be struck.
“Don’t worry, Kiddo,” Noname cooed softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. How about you come with me and we get you a nice meal and some warm clothes?”
Logan eyed him suspiciously, but the mention of food had his stomach growling.
“Come on now, I know you must be-”
“So this is how it happened,” Logan’s dream companion commented, appearing just over Noname’s shoulder. “It’s about time.”
Logan pushed himself to his feet, becoming aware of the dream just as he always did when the other man appeared.
“Why are you so interested in my meeting with Noname, anyway?” Logan asked, brushing off the snow from his trousers.
“You’re the oldest of his followers,” the violet eyed man pointed out, as he circled the unmoving man in question. “No one really knows anything about you, aside from the fact that you’re his seer.”
“Was his seer,” Logan corrected. “Now I’m nothing more than his prisoner.”
“A seer that disobeyed him,” the companion commented, pulling himself up to sit on one of the crates.
“With good reason,” Logan countered. Something tugged at his mind. There were so many pieces to this puzzle and yet he couldn’t put it together. Who was this man, what was his interest in Logan, and why did he seem so familiar?
As if sensing Logan’s confusion, the companion waved his hand, quickly replacing it with the ever present apathy that accompanied these dreams.
“I dunno,” the younger man said pointedly, “it seems like a prolonged amount of torture and your enevitable death would be reason enough not to disobey him.”
“The things I’ve seen,” Logan replied, “They are reason enough to endure such treatment.” He moved to study the younger face of his old friend. Noname had been quite handsome back then, with kind features and a warm smile. Logan couldn’t help but stare, just for a moment. The man before him no longer existed, that much was clear.
The feeling of loss made his chest constrict painfully.
“What did you see?” The dream companion asked, peering at Logan eagerly.
Logan tensed at the question, his head suddenly beginning to pound. The dream around them shook violently, tossing his companion off of the crate with only the blanket of snow to cushion his fall.
“Nevermind!” The fallen man cried, not having expected such a violent reaction from Logan. It appeared he’d have to ease his way into that particular topic. Luckily his dismissal seemed to work in calming Logan, or at least stop the dream world from collapsing around them.
“And they call me temperamental,” the violet eyed man scoffed as he pulled himself to his feet, bushing off his dark cloak. “So, Noname found you. Then what?”
The image began to fade at the question. The unmoving version of Noname shimmered before dissolving into the snow, replaced by a large table inside a crowded inn.
Logan turned towards the new scene, catching sight of Noname.He sank down on an empty bench as his old friend placed a steaming bowl of stew in front of him.
“So, tell me about yourself, Kiddo,” Noname smiled, sitting across from him. “Where are your parents?”
Logan didn’t answer as he watched him, studying his features. His heart ached for this man, just as it had done before. Not the man that currently held him prisoner, but the man before him; the one that had pulled him off the streets and offered him safety and warmth.
“Whoa! Slow down! You’re going to make yourself sick,” Noname laughed. Logan noticed for the first time that the bowl of stew seemed to be emptying itself out, sloshing over the sides as if someone was currently ravishing it.
Noname turned to call for another bowl before the image froze.
“Seeing him like this is creepy,” the companion commented, suddenly at Logan’s shoulder once more. “He seems so…” the man grimaced, “.… Smiley.”
“He was like that back then,” Logan nodded, giving his own soft smile.
“When did he turn?” The companion asked, erasing Logan’s smile instantly.
The scene dissolved into another new dream.
Noname stood perched on a large pedestal built in the center of a crowded courtyard A light shone from his chest and the crowd of people shuffled closer and closer.
Logan brushed past them as they parted to make way. Soon he stood at the base of a large flowing fountain.
Noname smiled down at Logan. He bent to cup his hands into the water and offered them out for the man to drink. Logan obeyed. Noname’s shine dimmed just slightly as Logan’s own incandescence appeared. When Logan stepped back into the crowd, another man stepped forward. Noname bent, scooping water before offering it out. His glow faded again.The process repeated.
“Sharing a source of magic doesn’t turn someone evil,” The companion commented, pulling Logan’s attention.
“Noname is not evil,” Logan chided with a glare.
“How can you say that after everything he’s done to you?” the other man demanded with confusion.
“Evil is a construct that keeps humanity in what we consider a moral line, but it is not a force or a being. Evil is an act which we consider bad,” Logan lectured. “A person does not turn evil.”
“Whatever you say,” the companion scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “My question still stands.”
“If you are trying to understand what made him who he is, perhaps you should understand this,” Logan sighed, obviously not too enthused by the line of conversation. “If a man murders another in order to save the lives of the ones he cares about, does that make him evil?”
“Well…” the companion mumbled, obviously considering the scenario, “no.”
“And yet, he has still committed murder,” Logan replied.
“Yes, but for a good reason,” the companion countered.
“So, an inherently evil act can be considered good if the reasons are justified?”
“I… suppose so,” The companion shrugged, “I don’t think I understand where this is going.”
“Of course you don’t,” Logan retorted, earning a glare. “Noname was a good man who cared greatly for those who found themselves in need. He was willing to share himself with each and every one of them until-”
“Until there was nothing left,” The companion realized, peering over his shoulder at the now dimly lit man who still scooped water.
Logan nodded. “If you give too much of yourself away, it can be hard to continue to see the good in the world. You lose sight of what is important.Instead of doing what’s right or good, you fight to support others.” Logan nodded towards the shadow of the man in question. “You starve for power and will do anything it takes to obtain it because without it you lose the ones you’ve struggled to care for and that…” He paused, shaking his head, the image obviously paining him. “Well, that is worse than death itself.”
Silence fell for a moment as Logan’s companion took the words in.
“You’re telling me that Noname does what he does out of love?” He scoffed. “That’s a bit hard to believe.”
“No,” Logan huffed in mirthless amusement. “No, I’m telling you that is how it started. He’s since lost sight of that. All he knows now is the thirst for power.”
“Which is why you disobeyed him?”
“In part,” Logan nodded, turning away from the scene, unable to watch any longer. “I am a seer. I’ve seen many things. Some of which has proven to me that my decision is one I doubt I will ever regret.”
“So, you saw the outcome of his next endeavor?” The companion asked.
“I saw a few outcomes, yes.”
“So, what the big deal. Why not tell him?”
Logan pinned him with a flat stare. “Knowledge is power. You should keep that in mind. That’s what these dream interrogations are all about, aren’t they?” Logan asked, feeling no small amount of pride at the surprised look the other man gave. “Yes, I knew what was happening despite your attempts to keep my mind clouded. I’ve seen what Noname will have to do to gain the power he seeks. I’ve seen how he can accomplish it and how he can lose it. Noname knows this. He also knows that the likelihood that he will obtain that power without my assistance is very slim. More importantly I have seen the outcome of what will happen if Noname succeeds.”
“So, what if-”
“No!” Logan snapped, taking a step forward, his eyes starting to shimmer with an eerie blue light. “Let me be clear, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you pry, no matter how much flesh they tear from my body, I will NOT help him achieve his goals! Noname does not care what happens IF he manages to take the power he wants. He only cares that he succeeds in obtaining it. And if you have any self-preservation or care for your fellow man, you will see to it that he never does!”
Virgil staggered back as Logan’s power engulfed his own, bringing the younger man’s name to the forefront of Logan’s mind. Yes, He remembered him! Virgil had barely been older than Logan had been when he was taken in. He had-
“I’m not a coward!” Virgil yelled angrily, straightening. “I’m not the one wasting away in a cell because he’s afraid of power!”
“Ha!” Logan laughed coldly, “I am willingly marching towards my own death and you think that is cowardice! I would hate to see your definition of bravery,”
“Don’t you get it?!” Virgil snapped in response, though he found himself sinking back at the sound of Logan’s laughter. “The more powerful Noname gets the more powerful we all do!”
Logan’s amusement evaporated instantly, anger flooding him. The dreamscape began to shake just as it had done before, making Virgil stumble to keep his balance.
“You’re just like the rest of them.” Logan growled, “So power hungry. So selfish.” Logan’s presence seemed to grow. At first the sense was something intangible, like the an empath could feel another’s distress. Then, Logan’s physical form grew, doubling in size in a matter of seconds.
“I am not doing this for my sake you imbecile! I’m doing it for him! For you! For all of y-”
Virgil snapped, his fingers sliding against one another, the sound echoing in Logan’s mind.
Goodness, the quote "They're Not Called 'Bad-Byes' For A Reason" from @rosesandstuff for the @witchcraft-au is so freaking cute and makes me so happy so of course I had to make it angst, I was inspired
